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A COLLECTION 

OF 

RECITATIONS AID DECLAMATIONS, 

IN PROSE AND VERSE, 

FOR USE ru 



BANDS OF HOPE, JUVENILE TEMPLES, TEMPERANCE 

SCHOOLS, SUNDAY-SCHOOLS, AND ALL 

JUVENILE ORGANIZATIONS. 



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New York: 
The National Temperance Society and Publication Honse^ 

58 READE STREET. 

1880. 






Copyright, 
J. N. STEARNS, Publishing Agent, 

1^0. 



H. J. HEWITT, PRINTER^ 27 ROSE STREET^ N. Y. 



CONTENTS, 



PEOSB. 

Address of a Young Volunteer. An 
Call for Recruits, A . 
Four Reasons. .... 

Invader. The .... 

Little Talk on a Big Subject. A . 

Never Give up 

Our Model Man 

Prevention or Cure, Which ? 
Speech for a Band of Hope Boy. . 
Tobacco. 



POETRY. 

Band of Hope Pledge. The . 
Be Steady. 

Best that I Can. The 
Beware of Crooked Whiskey. 
Boy's Resoh^e. A 
Boys We Want. The 
Caw ! Caw ! Caw ! 
Children's Pledge. The 
Cup-Bearer. The . 
Dare to Stand Alone. 
Do Thy Little. 
Don't Begin. . 
Drink Not a Drop. 
Drive the Nail. 
Drink for You, The 
Faith, Hope, Charity. 
Fool's Excuse. A . 
God's Work. 
Good Habits. 
Good Advice from a Young Adviser. 

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High-Top Boots. . 43 

House Full of Wine. The 56 

I'm Teetotal, 1 Assure You 20 

Inebriate's Ladder. The . . .... 25 

Independence Day. 32 

Independent Man, The 45 

Little Drops. . . . . . , . . 14 

Little Girl's Speech. A .29 

Making Believe 51 

My Sentiments _ . . 38 

My First Speech 46 

Not One Step Backward. 16 

Nothing but Leaves . 42 

Only a Boy 27 

Only One 60 

Our Promise. .53 

Queer Medicines 19 

Eallying Song of the Temperance Army. The . . 28 

Reason Why. The . 60 

Recitation for the Close of a Meeting. .... 35 

Eumseller's Song. The 21 

Sample-Room G 

Short Sermon. A 52 

Something to be Done. . , . * . . . 6 

Something to Hate . 58 

Strength for To-day . . 22 

Strike for Prohibition ' . 9 

Temperance. 10 

Water-Drinker's Song. A . . . ... . 10 

Water for Me 50 

What to Drink 5 

What a Pity! . 17 

What I Think. 40 

W^hat a Little Child can do. . . . . . . 47 

What I Like ,. . . .59 

Who Killed Tom Roper? 63 



JUVENILE TEMPERANCE RECITER. 



What to Drink. 

GEO. S. BURLEIGH. 

The Lily drinks the sunliglit, 
The Primrose drinks the dew, 

The Cowslip sips the running brook, 
The Hyacinth heaven's blue. 

The Peaches quaff the dawnlight, 
The Pears the autumn noon, 

The Apple-blossoms drink the rain 
And the first warm air of June. 

The Wind-flower and the Violet 

Draw in the April breeze, 
And sun, and rain, and hurricane 

Are the tipple of the trees. 

But not a bud or greenling. 
From the Hyssop on the wall 

To the Cedars of Mount Lebanon, 
Is steeped in alcohol. 

From all earth's emerald basin, 
From the blue sky's sapphire bowl, 

No living thing of root or wing 
Partakes that deadly dole. 



JUVEISTLE TEMPEKAIS^CE KECITER. 

I'll quaff the Lily's nectar, 

I'll sip at the Cowslip's cup, 
I'll drink the shower, the sun, the breeze, 

But never a poisoned drop. 



Something to be Done. 

MARY D. CHELLIS. 

There's a battle to be fought, 
A victory to be gained ; 

There's a country to be saved, 
A host from sin reclaimed. 

There's an enemy abroad, 
So subtle and so strong 

That the conflict must be fierce, 
The struggle must be long. 

We're recruiting for the ranks 
For years and years to come, 

That our numbers may not fail 
Ere triumph shall be won. 



^' Sample-RoomJ^ 

{THIS IS A NEW NAME FOR A GROG-SHOP.] 
VIRGINIA J. KENT. 

*^ Sample " of a daughter, brother, 
Lured to ruin, sin, and shame ; 

"Sample " of a father, mother. 

Lost to reason, right, and fame ! 

** Sample " of the red wine mocker, 
* ' Sample " of the serpent's sting, 

"Sample " of a midnight murder, 
"Sample" of each cursed thing ! 



JUVEl^ILE TEMPERANCE RECITER. 

*' Sample " of all woes for ever, 
*' Sample " of all sorrows known, 

*^ Sample " of all vain endeavor, 
^^ Sample " of God's image flown ! 

*^ Sample " — not of manhood's greatness ; 
^ ' Sample '' — not the godlike fear ; 
But of vice and all uncleanness, 
Vengeance, fury, and despair ! 



God^s Work, 

ELLA WHEELER. 

Gathering brands from the burning, 

Plucking them out of the fire, 
Lifting the sheep that have wandered 

Out of the dust and the mire ; 
Bringing home sheaves from the harvest, 

To lay at the Master's feet — 
Lord, all thy hosts of angels 

Must smile on a life so sweet. 

Speaking with fear of no man, 

Speaking with love for all. 
Warning the young and thoughtless 

From the wild beast, ' ' Alcohol " ; 
Showing the snares that the tempter 

Weaveth on every hand — 
Lord, all thy dear, dear angels 

Must smile on a life so grand. 

Fighting the bloodless battle 

With a heart that is true and bold — 

Fighting it not for glory, 
Fighting it not for gold, 



8 JTJVENILE TEMFEEAKOE REOITEE. 

But out of love for liis neiglibor, 
And out of love for his Lord ; 

I know that the hands of the angels 
Will crown him with his reward. 

For whoso works for the Master, 

And whoso fights His fight, 
The angel's crown with a star- wreath ; 

And it glows with gems most bright. 
They wear them for ever and ever, 

The saints in that land of bliss, 
And I know that heaven's best jewel 

Is kept for a soul like this. 



A Call for Recruits. 

(As the speaker advances to the platform, some boy should beat a 
drum, and stop as he completes his first sentence.) 

Hark ! the drum is beating for recruits. Who will 
volunteer to take up arms and fight against this awful 
demon ? His name is Alcohol, or Strong Drink, and 
the fearful amount of crime, misery, pauperism, lu- 
nacy, and death which he has caused, and is still caus- 
ing, calls aloud to every friend of humanity to act a 
brother's part and come "to the help of the Lord 
against the mighty I " Though the foe is great, and 
has a mighty power, the painful ravages of this mon- 
ster shall not continue for ever. There shall come a 
time when God's glory shall ' ' cover the earth as the 
v/aters cover the sea." If it were not so the Saviour 
would never have taught u.s to pray : ' ' Our Father 
which art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name ; Thy 
kingdom come ; Thy v/ill be done on earth, as it is in 
heaven." And when that glorious time shall come 
there vv^ill not be a drunkard nor dram-shop on the face 
of the whole world. Is it not worth your while, then, 



JUVEJSriLE TEMPERAl^CE EECITER. 9 

to lielp on that glad time ? Will you not come and 
help us in this warfare, and take up arms for the de- 
fence and the redemption of our country, and by every 
means in your power attempt to banish this crying 
evil from our midst ? 

In the name of suffering humanity we appeal to 
each and all of you to set your faces against, and use 
your influence to pull down and root up for ever, the 
drinking customs of our land. Will you not enlist 
yourselves on our side ? 



Strike for Prohibition. 

Strike for prohibition ; 

Ask for nothing less ; 
Labor for its triumph, 

Pray for its success. 

Put it in your school-books ; 

Teach it to the young ; 
Let it be the key-note 

Of the nation's song. 

Sound it from the pulpit, 
Through the public press ; 

Speed it on its mission, 
Every home to bless. 

With its holy incense 

Burden ev'ry breeze 
From Lake Superior's waters 

To the Southern Seas. 

Waft it on the zephyrs 

Over ev'ry State, 
From Atlantic's borders 

To the Golden Gate. 



10 JUVEJ^ILE TEMPERANCE RECITER. 

Onward let the echoes 
Roll from shore to shore, 

Heralding the demon 
Banished evermore ! 



Temperance. 

More of good than we can tell, 

More to buy with, more to sell ; 

More of comfort, less of care. 

More to eat and more to wear ; 

Happier homes, with faces brighter, 

All our burdens rendered lighter ; 

Conscience clean and minds much stronger, 

Debts much shorter, purses longer ; 

Hopes that drive away all sorrow. 

And something laid up for to-morrow. 



A Water-Drinker^ s Song. 

FRED SHERLOCH. 

Let those who will 

Go drinTi their fill 
Of ale, or beer, or wine, boys ! 

'Twill better pay, 

I boldly say. 
To keep to water fine, boys ! 

With muddled head 

In danger led, 
The toper comes to grief, sirs ; 

But water bright 

Will keep one right 
And strong, is my belief, sirs. 



JUVENILE TEMPERANCE RECITER. il 

Take away care, 

The foe beware, 
Refuse the tempting dram, sirs ; 

True courage gain. 

Like men abstain. 
And steady keep the brain, sirs ; 

With heart and nerve 

Your country serve. 
Beat down the lust of greed, boys ! 

'Tis not by gold. 

But purpose bold. 
The nation shall be freed, boys. 



The Band of Hope Pledge. 

There's danger in the drinJc, boys, 

It's led good men astray ; 
There's safety in the pledge, boys, 

It leads in the safe way. 

There's mischief in the drink, boys, 

We see it every day ; 
There's power in the pledge, boys, 

To drive the sin away. 

There are squabbles in the drinJc, boys- 
Just hear the drunkard swear ; 

There's order in the pledge, boys, 
We see it everywhere. 

There's mockery in the drink, boys, 

The adder's sting is there ; 
There's wisdom in the pledge, boys — 

Keep it by ^' faith and prayer." 



12 JUVETs^lLE TEMPESAKCE EECITEK. 

There's falsehood in the drinh, boys ; 

How many it has grieved ! 
Th^TQ^ justice in the pledge, boys ; 

None has it wronged — deceived. 

There's sadness in the drink, boys, 
It wrings the head with pain ; 

There's gladness in the pledge, boys, 
If you will aye abstain. 

There's discord in the drink, boys. 
And "brawls " of every kind. 

There's concord in the pledge, boys ; 
About thy neck it bind. 

There's ruin in the drink, boys ; 

How many it has killed ! 
There's beauty in the pledge, boys ; 

With joy my heart it's filled. 



Good Habits. 

JAMES H. KELLOGG. 

If a man is only a ' ' bundle of habits, " 
And the habits the growth of years, 

Of working or shirking, dreaming or scheming, 
Of loves, and hates, and fears — 

Then a boy should begin with such habits 
As are just, and manly, and right ;' 

He should learn to hate the false and the wrong, 
And in good to take delight. 

He should speak the truth in holy love, 

And help his needy brother ; 
The Lord has promised a rich reward 

For the good we do each other. 



JUVEXILE TIOIPERANCE RECITER. 13 

He should try to be both gentle and meek, 

And joyful and faithful, too ; 
In every place and at every thue 

To be kmd, and respectful, and true. 

The habit of sipping wine or beer, 

Or drinking whiskey or gin 
When ' ' hot or cold, when v/et or when dry, " 

I hope you will never begin. 

Say no ! when you're offered the first tempting glass, 

And say it so firmly, too, 
That the boy or the man who hands you the drink 

Will find something better to do. 

I would sign the pledge on my next birthday, 

And keep it for all my life ; 
This will save you a world of trouble and care, 

And woe, and sorrow, and strife. 



The Invader. 

A CRY of agony rings throughout our country. 
East, West, North, and South echo the sad refrain. It 
comes from broken, widowed hearts and with orphan 
tears ; the awful wail of lost souls swells the dismal 
chorus. Why are these lamentations heard around 
us ? Because a demon has invaded our once happy 
land, spreading death, desolation, and misery on every 
hand. He promises fair, yet his promises are but 
cheating lies to lure his victijns to destruction. To 
him the words of the Psalmist might be well applied : 
' ' He hath laid his hand upon such as be at peace with 
him, he hath broken his covenant ; the w^ords of his 
mouth are softer than butter, but war is in his heart ; 
his words are smoother than oil, yet they are drawn 



14 JUVET^ILE TEMPERANCE RECITER. 

swords." Under the guise of truest friendship hq 
drags his victims down to vice, sorrow, and death in 
this world, and eternal ruin in the next. None are 
so rich that they are above the grasp of his destructive 
power ; none so poor but they become his victims. 
He destroys our homes, breaks up our happiness, sow- 
ing strife and discord in thousands of families, and 
carries away the fairest victims. Our jails, asylums, 
and poor-houses are filled by his influence. In almost 
every city, town, and village, as well as by the high- 
way side, he spreads his nets, that the unwary may 
fall therein. He clothes himself in a variety of guises 
and assumes a variety of names, but whatever the 
guise or name, the same evil spirit pervades his 
whole nature. He is a vile deceiver. 



Little Drops. 

Little drops of claret, 
Now and then, at first, 

Form an awful habit 
And a dreadful thirst. 

Little drinks of lager, 

Little cups of ale, 
Make the biggest guzzler — 

Never knew it fail. 

Little kegs of whiskey 
Often brought from town, 

Make a man a monkey, 
Or a silly clown. 

Little drops of brandy, 
Little drops of rye. 

Make the mighty toper 
And the Avatery eye. 



JUYEI^ILE TEMPERANCE RECITER. 15 

Do Thy Little. 

Do thy little— do it well ; 
Do what right and reason tell ; 
Do what wrong and sorrow claim — 
Conquer sin and cover shame. 

Do thy little, though it be 

Dreariness and drudgery ; 

They whom Christ apostles made 

'' Gathered fragments " when He bade. 

Do thy little. God hath made 
Million leaves for forest shade ; 
Smallest stars their glory bring ; 
God employeth everything. 

Do thy little ; and when thou 
Feelest on thy pallid brow, 
Ere has fled the vital breath, 
Cold and damp, the sweat of death, 

Then the little thou hast done — 
Little battles thou hast won, 
Little masteries achieved. 
Little wants with care relieved, 
Little words in love expressed, 
Little wrongs at once confessed, 
Little favors kindly done, 
Little toils thou didst not shun, 
Little graces meekly won. 
Little slights with patience borne — 

These shall crown thy x^illowed Yie^A, 
Holy light upon thee shed ; 
These are treasures that shall rise 
Far beyond the shining skies. 



16 JUVENILE TEMPERANCE RECITEK. 

Drink Not a Drop. 

If I would not be a drunkard, 

I must not drink a drop 
Of wine, that looks so tempting 

Within the ruby cup ; 
For such a small beginning, 

Though innocent it seem, 
May lead me on to sinnmg 

More fearful than I dream. 

If I would not be a drunkard, 

I stoutly must refuse 
All the sorts of beer and cider 

Which other people use. 
They may not steal my reason, 

But they will give the taste, 
And lead me on when older 

To drinking all the rest. 



Mot One Step Backward. 

R. THOMPSON. 

Not one step backyv^ard ; ever on, 

Till the great temperance victory 's won. 

We'll press our way and boldly fight, 
Strong in the confidence of right. 

Not one stex3 backward ; on well go 
Till drunkenness, ,our common foe, 

Receives a last, a mortal thrust, 
And lies exj^iring in the dust. 

Not one step backward ; onward still 
We'll press with firm, determined will. 

Till age like youth are free 

From drink's enslaving tyranny. 



JUVElSriLE TEMPERANCE KECITER. 17 

Not one step backward ; still we'll on 

Till all our fellows, every one, 
Are freed from its debasing thrall 

And temjperance is the rule of alL 



What a Pity! 

What a pity people drinks 

Losing all their senses ! 
If they would hut try to think, 

They wouldn't have such fancies^ 

For what is ale or porter, 

Making heads to ache ? 
It is hut poisoned water. 

Making nerves to shak^ 

Will you now, my friends, allow 

A little boy's advice ? 
You'll never have a drunken row 

In your teetotal house. 

I beg that you the pledge will take^ 
And throw the drink away ; 

Do it for your children's sake, 
And do it right away. 



Don't Begin. 

If you would not be a swearer, 

Don't begin ; 
In the first low-altered oath 

Lies the sin ! 
If you would not be a drunkard. 

Don't begin ; 
In the first glass lies your danger — 

Don't besrin I 



18 JUVETs^ILE TEMPEEAKCE KECITER. 

Speech for a Band of Hope Boy. 

FOR AN ANNUAL FESTIVAL. 
A. J. GLASSPOOL. 

Mr. Chairman, ladies and gentlemen : I should 
not venture to address to you any remarks this evening 
were I not convinced that you will grant me the great- 
est indulgence, and cheerfully forgive any errors into 
which I may fall. It might be expected, on such a 
happy occasion as this, some information would he 
given to visitors as to the object and work of our Band 
of Hope. I think I may be forgiven if I say that our 
object is a noble one, since we endeavor to prevent the 
children falling into a well-known, and which all admit 
to be one of the greatest evils of our day — I mean the 
evil of drunkenness. 

Mr. Chairman, you mil excuse me, therefore, nam- 
ing our society a x^reventive society. Our Committee 
look around, and they find that many persons become 
paupers, criminals, or lunatics through the drinking of 
intoxicating liquors ; and they find also that these per- 
sons learned to drink when they vfere young. Our 
Committee then wisely determined to use some means 
to protect the children of our day from such a terrible 
end. To accomplish this good result we are invited to 
meet together week by week ; with the consent of our 
parents we have made a promise never to taste a drop 
of intoxicating liquor as beverages, and,- in order to en- 
courage and help us to keep that promise, at our weeldy 
meetings we are instructed in the nature and properties 
of strong drinks, and by earnest prayer to our Hea^venly 
Father we are made strong to bear ridicule, and to hold 
fast to our promise agamst ever^^ temptation. 

Some persons might fear that if the children were 
taught to abstain from intoxicating drinks, they might 



JUVENILE TEMPERANCE KECITER. 19 

suffer in bodily and mental strength, or lose tlieir posi- 
tion in society ; but, ladies and gentlemen, you will, I 
am convinced, agree with me when I say that such re- 
sults have never been found. I appeal to every one 
present this evening Vv^hether the bright eyes and the 
rosy cheeks of our Band of Hope members are not 
equal in appearance to any that childi^en Vn^Iio drink 
moderately can show. I am quite certain of one fact, 
that the ladies who preside at the tea-tables are quite 
agreed that our teetotalism has not taken away cur ap- 
petites or robbed us of good digestions. Y/e are quite 
sure that we are better in body and mind, and in every 
respect, than those who are exposed to the temptation 
of the drink. 

Let us take courage ; under the banner of tempe- 
rance the great and noble are now gathering. We fol- 
low in the footsteps of good and brave men whose 
names will live for ever. At our head we behold John 
"Wesley, the pious and industrious minister ; Sir Henry 
Havelock, the soldier of India ; Sir John Eoss, the ex- 
plorer of the Arctic seas ; and many other glorious 
names, who in one voice bid us hold faithfully to the 
pledge. If, ladies and gentlemen, you will help us by 
your example and by your kind gifts, Vv^e shall feel en- 
couraged to continue in this good work. Allow me, 
Mr. Chairman, ladies and gentlemen, to thank you 
very much for your kind attention to my few remarks. 



Queer Medicines. 

MRS. M. A. KIDDER. 

' I 'm dry, '' says the glutton, 
' ' As dry as a fish ; 
So give me a ' bumper ' 
To season my dish. " 



20 JUVENILE TEMPERANCE RECITER. 

''I'm wet," says the traveller ; 
' ' I fain would be dry. 
Prepare for my comfort 
A glass of ' old rye.' " 

' * I'm cold ! almost frozen ; 
So build up a lire 
In shape of a 'rum-punch,' 
To make me perspire." 

"I'm hot," says the other, 
' ' From toe unto crown. 
I'd fain have a ' julep ' 
To cool my blood down." 

And so men will swallow, 
To patch up their ills 

And change their condition, 
The devil's worst pills. 



Pm Teetotal, I Assure You. 

FOR A SMALL BOY. 

I'm a little tiny thing. 

But I'm teetotal, I assure you, 
And I'm not ashamed to bring 

This subject now before you. 

Many little ones are taught 
To love the drunkard's drink, sir ; 

And when they've grown they've soon been 
brought 
To beggary and want, sir. 

To prison and the hangman's drop — 
The drink has done all this, sir ; 

Before the dupes themselves would stop 
They've sacrificed their lives, sir. 



JUVENILE TEMPERANCE KECITEll. 21 

I know I'm on the winning side ; 

Drink will not master me, sir. 
Ifeel I am my mother's pride ; 

Drink will ne'er break her hearty sir. 

I'll fight the monster, that I will — 

I have a sword for this, sir ; 
I'll drink the water from the rill, 

And that will stab him through, sir. 

I'm only now a little man, 
But when I am full grown, sir, 

I'll beard the monster in his den, 
And follow up the blow, sir. 



The Rumseller^s Song. 

REV. CHAS. WHEELER DENISON. 

The rumseller sat in his den alone. 
Singing his thoughts in an undertone. 
Shrouded in silence, his work was done 
Since the rise and set of the daily sun. 
He had squared his books ; he had counted his gains ; 
Then he startled the night with his spirited strains ; 
And he sang as he hoarded his wages of sin : 
' ' I gather them in ! I gather them in ! 

Gather ! gather ! gather ! 

I gather them in ! 

* * The old mth their thin and frosty hair, 
The young with ringlets dark and fair. 
The smiling bridegroom and the bride. 
The brother and sister, side by side, 
Captive and bound in the toils I spread ; 
On to their doom my victims tread — 
Stranger and neighbor, alien, kin, 
I gather them in ! I gather them in I 



22 JUVENILE TEMPEKAXCE KECITEK. 

''The statesman, the orator, learned and proud, 
The tramp in the rags of the dirty crowd, 
The toiler on land, the child of the sea, 
By thousands and thousands come trooping to me I 
In the golden ray of the morning light. 
In the darkness, and stillness, and dead of night, 
From the desert waste, from the city's din, 
I gather them in I I gather them in ! 

"Through all ages of time, through all regions of 
sx3ace, 
I trade in the blood of the human race ! 
My license to kill is all free from a flaw. 
For the votes of good Christians enacted the law ! 
The ballots of party I hold in my hand. 
And the leaders are hacks to obey my command ! " 
So the rumseller sang of his wages of sin : 
' ' I gather them in 1 I gather them in I 
Gather ! gather ! gather ! 
Gather them in ! " 



Strength for To- day. 

Strength for to-day is all that w^e need, 
As there never w^ill be a to-morrow ; 

For to-morrovf will prove but another to-day, 
With its measure of joy and sorrow. 

Then why forecast the trials of life 
With such sad and grave persistence. 

And Avatch and Avait for a crowd of ills 
That as yet have no existence ? 

Strength for to-cla^^ — Avhat a xjrecious boon 
For the earnest souls Avho labor, 

For the Avilling hands that minister 
For the iieedA' friend or nei:;4ibor ! 



JUVENILE TEMPERAN"CE RECITER. 23 

Strength for to-day — that the weary hearts 
In the battle for right may quail not, 

And the eyes bedimmed with bitter tears 
In their search for light may fail not. 

Strength for to-day — on the downhill track, 

For the travellers near the valley, 
That up, far up, the other side 

Ere long they may safely rally. 

Strength for to-day — that our precious youth 

May happily shun temptation, 
And build, from the rise to the set of the sun, 

On a strong and sure foundation. 

Strength for to-day — in house and home 

To practise forbearance sweetly ; 
To scatter kind words and loving deeds. 

Still trusting in G-od completely. 



The Cliildren^s Pledge. 

This little band do with our hand 

The pledge now sign to drink no wine ; 

Nor brandy red, to turn our head ; 

Nor crazy gin, to tempt to sin ; 

Nor whiskey hot, that makes the sot ; 

Nor ale nor beer, to make us queer ; 

Nor fiery rum, to turn our home 

Into a hell where none could dv/ell ; 

Where peace would fly, where hope would die, 

And love expire 'mid such a fire. 

To quench our thirst we'll always bring 

Cold water from the well or sprhig ; 

So here we pledge perpetual liate 

To all that can intoxicate. 



24 JUVEIS'ILE TEMPERANCE RECITER. 

A FooFs Excuse. 

G. W. BUNGAY. 

He Yv^ho drinks when he's hat 

To keep himself cool, 
Adds the vice of the sot 

To the deed of a fool ! 
He who drinks when he's cool 

To keep himself hot, 
Adds the deed of a fool 

To the vice of a sot. 



Never Give Up. 

Never g-ive up, children ; don't say, "I won't," or 
"I can't," but instead say, 'Til try, any way, and 
succeed if possible." Don't be like the negligent school- 
boy who takes his book to work out a problem, but 
soon throws it down, saying, " I can't understand that ; 
why do I try ? I cannot waste my precious time here ; I 
ought to be out of doors snowballing." And so off he 
goes, feeling- very much injured that his teacher should 
wish him to destroy his health by studying arithm-ctic 
when he ought to be exercising in the open air. Yes, 
there is the excuse — a worn one, by the way — ^that 
scholars often make to themselves, to crush down their 
conscience, which will sometimes rebuke notwith- 
standing. 

Don't surrender at trifles. I suppose you have all 
read of the prince who went to seek his fortune once 
upon a time, and was obliged to hew down masses of 
rock as high as mountains that lay in his pathway ; 
but he succeeded, building castles and founding cities, 
because he never gave up, and at last was made king 
of the world. 



JUVENILE TEiVIPERANCE RECITEE. 25 

Now if you will hew down the rock "I can't," and 
build up the castle "I'll try," never fear but that you 
Y/ill be made king, not of the world, but of yourself, 
which I think is much better. You will not then be 
likely to throw your books into one corner, while you 
sit in another, feeling very unreasonable, and ready to 
fly into a passion at the slightest provocation, all be- 
cause you have said, ' ' I can't learn my lesson, and 
what is more, I won't try ! " 

Don't be dismayed at obstacles. They are things 
that will come up before us, and they must be overcome. 
Remember with what small means great things have 
been accomplished, and remember, too, that it is with- 
in your power to do nearly, if not quite, as vfell, pro- 
viding that you will say, ' ' I will never give up ! " 



The Inebriate^ s Ladder. 

MRS. C. H. OBEAR. 

The inebriate's ladder 

I'll describe, my dear friends, 
Round by round from the to]3 

(For it never ascends). 
The first round is cider. 

With perhaps some home-wine ; 
Tobacco Vv^ith these two 

Will often combine. 

The next round, /lard cider, 

With strong beer or ale, 
Or now and then whiskey, 

If you're feeble and pale. 
Once your foot on this round 

Your relish is gone 
For pure, simple drinks, 

And ill turns oft come on. 



28 JUVENILE te:.ipeeance eecitee. 

Soon you crave somethiiig stronger ; 

The next lower round 
You will find gin and brandy, 

At first wealiened do^vn ; 
But your thirst still increases, 
' ' You must quaff at a bowl 
Not diluted or weakened, 

If it ruins your soul." 

Another step down 

You v/ill find the pure rum ; 
And when that step's taken. 

To the last you have come ! 
Belov/ you the pit ! 

And you stand there alone — 
Health, home, and happiness 

Evermore gone ! 



Be Steady, 

Bh steady, boys ; v/hate'er you do 
Remember the pledge to keep in view, 
And whether belonging to red or blue, 
Be steady. 

E-emember, boys, 'tis hard to bear 
The scoffs, abuse, the slurs, the care 
That we are called upon to share — ■ 
Be steady. 

Just think of the army in the field, 
Before whom Alcohol must yield ; 
Then wear your ribbon for a shield — 
Be steadv. 



JUVENILE TEMPERANCE RECITER. 27 

Then stand u^^ manly in the fight, 
Until Satan's hosts are put to flight ; 
Your cause is just, you're in the right — 
Be steady. 

Then be steady, boys ; whate'er you do 
Remember the pledge to keep in view ; 
We belong to an army that's brave and true — 
Be steadv. 



Only a Boy. 

' I am only a boy ! " did you say ? 
Well, yes ; I am only a boy — 
A boy full of mischievous play. 
Let me ask. Were you ever a boy ? 

I am only a boy ! What of that ? 

I shall grovf , if I live, to a man ; 
I shall throw away tops, ball and bat. 

And work on a definite plan. 

I am only a boy, it is true ; 

It would do you more good, sir, by far, 
To romp about now as I do 

Than to puff at that sickly cigar. 

I'm a Band of Ho^pe boy, sir ; I've signed 
The pledge to abstain from strong drinlc ; 

And there's many a man I could find 
Y/ould do well to do that, sir, I think. 

Yes, there's many a man that I know 
Would do bettor to act in that v>^ay 

Than to \di\ to himself boundless wealth. 
For wealth would but lead him astrav. 



28 JUYEIS^ILE TEMPERANCE RECITEK. 

I am only a boy, it is true, 
But I'm going" to do what I can ; 

And if I do that, sir, why, you 

Will believe I shall make a good man. 

I shall fight for the right while I can, 
And my talents and time well employ ; 

If I would be a temxjerance man, 
Why, I must be a temperance boy. 



Rallying Song of the Temperance 
Army. 

We are marshalling the forces 

Of an army true and strong ; 
We are marching to the music 

Of a ringing temperance song ; 
We are going forth to battle 

With a hydra-headed wrong. 
Till one grand, triumphant chorus 

Shall the victors' shout prolong I 

Where the bugle calls to battle — 

If Heaven that call repeat — 
If right and duty lead us, 

There alone the path is sweet ! 
Though the proud may deem this service 

Both for us and them unmeet, 
Unheeding scorn or frow^ning, 

We v/ill go Vvdth fearless feet ! 

We are i^ledged to guard each other, 
And all those v/e love the best. 

From the poisoned darts and arrows 
Of a fell destroyer's quest ! 



JUVE^aLE TEMPERAIS^CE KECITEll. 29 

And our battle-cry is ' ' Onward ! 

No faltering and no rest 
Till his flaunting", mocking ensign 

In dishonored dust is pressed ! " 

With hearts aglow with pity 

For the tempted ones we fall, 
And with arms outstretched to rescue 

Wounded friend or foe, or all. 
We are pledged to do our utmost 

To break down this tyrant's thrall ; 
Ne'er "Am I my brother's keeper ? " 

Be 0117^ answer to God's call ! 

See, bright from many a hill-top 
New camp-fires flash and glow ; 

From rank and file and tented field 
Hear songs of victory go ! 

Shout answers shout — a wave of sound 
Breaks in impetuous flov/ — ■ 
' ' All hail ! " ' ' What cheer ? " ' ' 'Tis m^orning " ; 

^' We are conquering the foe ! '' 



A Little Girls Speech. 

They thought I couldn't make a speech, 

I'm such a little tot ; 
I'll show them whether I can do 

A thing or two, or not. 

Don't be afraid to fight the wrong, 

Or stand up for the right ; 
And when you've nothing else to say, 

Be sure you say — good-night. 



30 JUVE]S"ILE TEMPEKANCE RECITER. 

Four Reasons, 

A. J. GLASSPOOL. 

This may be used as well for any other organization, by changing the 
words " Band of Hope " to the name of the Society. 

Mr. Chairman, ladies and gentlenieii : I have been 
asked by our secretary to say a few words to you this 
evening. I must hrst say that I feel myself quite un- 
able to say anything to those who are so much older 
than your humble servant ; I shall therefore, with your 
kmd permission, Mr. Chairman, say a few words to the 
members of our Band of Hope, who are here in good 
numbers this evening ; but their numbers do not sur- 
prise me, for the members are naturally anxious to be 
present to show theh^ sympathy with the Band of Hope 
work. 

Fellow-members, why have we acted wisely in 
joining this Band of Hope ? I will give you four rea- 
sons why, in my humble opinion, we have done right. 
First, we are right in joining the Band of Hope, because 
we want to save money. If we have any money to 
spend, we vv^ant to spend it in that which will feed the 
body, clothe the back, or educate the mind. Intoxicat- 
ing drinks cannot do any of these good things ; they 
cannot give strength, they are only a false stimulant, 
they never act as a food, they only create an appetite 
for themselves. The drinking of intoxicating liquors 
often makes the drinker indifferent as to the clothes he 
wears, for the money paid to the publican had better 
be paid to the draper and the tailor. Intoxicating li- 
quors are useless for brain- work, and those who take 
them for that purpose injure the brain and in time de- 
stroy the mental faculties. Fellow-members, when we 
are older we want to be our own landlords, and if we 
save the same amount of money that many of our rela- 



JUYEXILE TEMPESAXCE RECITEE. SI 

lives spend on the drink we sliail in the future be ahle 
to bid the landlord good-bv and lia,ye money in the 
bank to spend in old age. SecoiidlA^, we liaA^e done 
right in joining the Band of Hove, because we want to 
save our health. Some of our members have been 
abstainers all their liv^es ; I venture to say that those 
of our parents who have trained us in temperance ways 
have nothing to complain of in regard to our health. 
Our strength is good, our tongues are never quiet, and 
our appetites are very remarkable. We y/ant to pre- 
serve this beautiful gift of health ; we knovNT that the 
drinking of intoxicating liquors not only takes away 
health, but also destroys life. Thirdly, we have done 
rightly in signing the pledge, because we want to save 
CHARACTER. The boy who seeks a situation without a 
cha.racter will find it very difficult to obtain a good 
master. A good character is more valuable than either 
wealth or health. Let us seek to keep this important 
blessing. No one can deny that a master would rather 
employ a man who can be trusted always to be present 
at the hour of commencing business than a man whose 
bad habits keep him up late at night, and send him to 
business late the next morning. Who, then, can de- 
serve the confidence of his employer better than the 
man who, abstaining from strong drinks, and from 
places where the drink is sold, retires to rest early and 
is up with the lark in the morning ? 

We make no boast, but it cannot be denied that 
total abstainers are seldom seen in the prisoners' dock 
at the police court, and their characters are generally 
free from crime or debt. 

I will trouble you, Mr. Chairman, with but one 
more reason, and this last one shall be the most impor- 
tant of all. We all want to obtain wealth, health, and 
good character, but above all we desire to save our 



82 JUVENILE TEMPERAIS^CE KECITER. 

SOULS. Total abstinence will not open the gate of 
heaven to us, but under its influence we shall form 
s jch associations that our thoughts will be directed to 
spiritual things, and we shall find joy by attending the 
church and the Sunday-school. Ladies and gentle- 
men, I will not trouble you with any more reasons ; I 
will conclude this short address with the following 
lines : 

** To save the cash, to save my brains, 
To break each slavish link, 
To have a hope of heaven at last, 
I never touch the drink. 

'* I'm sure you think my reasons good; 

My earnest words don't blame. 

You think 'tis good for me to sign : 

Why don't you do the same? '* 



Independence Day. 

{A SPEECH FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY.) 

Rev. Mr. Pierpont was one of the poets of the early days of the re- 
form. On July 4, 1839, the law being on the side of temperance in Bos- 
ton, a great jubilee meeting was held, and Mr. Pierpont contributed the 
following ode, set to "Yankee Doodle," and couched in genuine Yankee 
language : 

Says Jonathan, says he, ' ' To-day 

I will be independent, 
And so my grog I'll throw away, 

And there shall be an end on 't. 
Clear the bouse ! The 'tarnal stuff 

Sha'n't be here so handy ; 
Wife has given the winds her snuff, 

So now here goes my brandy. 



JUVENILE TEMPERANCE RECITEK. 33 

*' And now," says Jonathan, "towards rum 

I'm desperate unforgiving ; 
The tyrant never more shall come 

Into the house I live in. 
Kindred spirits, too, shall in- 

To utter darkness go forth ; 
Whiskey, Toddy, Julep, Gin, 

Brandy, Beer, and so forth. 

*^ While this cold water fills my cup 

Duns dare not assail me ; 
Sheriffs shall not lock me up, 

Nor my neighbor bail me. 
Lawyers will I never let 

Choose me as defendant ; 
Till to death I pay my debt 

I will be independent." 



The Best that I Can. 

*' I CANNOT do much," said a little star, 
* ' To make the dark world bright ; 
My silver beams cannot struggle far 

Through the folding gloom of night I 
But I am a part of God's great plan. 
And I'll cheerfully do the best that I can." 

** What is the use," said a fleecy cloud, 
* ' Of these dewdi'^ps that I hold ? 
They will hardly bend the lily proud^ 
Though caught in her cup of gold ; 
Yet I am a part of God's great plan ; 
My treasures I'll give as well as I can." 



34 JUVENILE TEMPERAjS^CE eeciter. 

A child went merrily forth to play, 
But a thought, like a silver thread, 

Kept winding in and out all day 
Through the happy, busy head : 
** Mother said, ' Darling, do all you can, " 

For you are a part of Grod's great plan.' " 

So she helped a younger child along, 
When the road was rough to the feet ; 

And she sang from her heart a little song, 
A song that was passing sweet ; 

And her father, a weary, toil-worn man, 

Said, "I also will do the best that I can." 



Drive the Nail. 

Drive the nail aright, boys, 

Hit it on the head ; 
Strike with all your might, boys, 

While the iron's red. 
Lessons you're to learn, boys, 

Study with a will ; 
They who reach the top, boys, 

First must climb the hill. 

Standing at the foot, boys, " 

Gazing at the sky, 
How can you get up, boys. 

If you never try ? 
Though you stumble oft, boys, 

Never be downcast ; 
Try and try again, boys : 

You'll succeed at last. 



JUVEI^ILE TEMPEEAIS^CE RECITER. 35 

Ever persevere, boys, 

Though your task is hard ; 
Toil and happy cheer, boys, 

Bring their ovfn reward. 
Never give it up, boys, 

Always say you'll try ; 
Joy will nil your cup, boys, 

Flow^ing by and by. 



Recitation for the Close of a Meeting. 

Dear friends, we hope vfhat has been said to-night 
some good will do ; 

'Tis not for mere amusement our pieces weVe gone 
through. 

We wish to get both old and young to join the tem- 
perance cause, 

To put the drinking customs down, and drunkard- 
making lavv^s. 

'Tis said that sixty thousand souls each year by drink 
are slain, 

And God's Word says the drunkard's doom is ever- 
lasting i^ain ; 

Oh ! think of this, ye moderate men who take a glass 
or two : 

These poor inebriates once began with little drops, like 
you. 

P\\ ! think of all the drink-cursed homes — of little 
children there. 

Who never sing sweet hymns of praise or breathe a 
simple prayer ; 

But roam about the streets at will, ill clad, ill fed, un- 
taught. 

Until, by bad companions led, to some bad end they're 
brought. 



36 JUVENILE TEMPEKAKCE KECITEE. 

Do let us see, before we part, tliat we some good have 

done ; 
All you who have not signed the pledge, come, sign it 

every one. 
And then with all these liquors successfully you'll 

cope, 
And God will smile upon our work and bless our Band 

of Hope. 



Good Advice from a Young Adviser. 

'' Be sure you are right, and then go ahead." 
As soon as you're sleepy, run straight off to bed. 

Before you speak crossly, or act very naughty, 
Gro look in the glass long enough to count forty. 

Don't swear, chew, or steal, and be kind to the poor, 
And wipe your feet clean when you enter the door. 



A Boy^s Besolve. 

T. R. THOMPSON. 

What ! drink the drunkard's drink ? 

No, sir, I will never ; 
For I've signed the temperance pledge, 

And I'll keep it ever. 

What ! tamper with the nation's curse, 

Barter health and reason. 
Break a sacred, solemn vow ? 

That, sir, would be treason. 

What ! blight my parents' hopes, 

Life's endearments sever, 
Nurse a serpent in my breast ? 

No, sir, that I'll never ! 



JUVEISriLE TEMPERANCE IlECITER. 37 

What ! break the temperance pledge ? 

No, not if I know it. 
'Tis the safeguard of my youth ; 

Firm support I ovfe it. 



Prevention or Cure— -which? 

JOHN B. GOUGH. 

*' Prevention is better than cure." It is a great 
work to save a drunkard. It is worth a hfe-effort to 
lift a man from degradation. It is worth a mighty 
seK-sacrifice to lift a man up and enable him to stand 
as a TYian^ shaken free from his debasement and his 
fetters. But to prevent his fall is far better. 

A boy when asked, ' ' Would you tell a lie for fifty 
dollars ? " replied, ''No ; because when the dollars are 
gone the lie will stick." Though we may reform a 
man from drunkenness, no one can ever fully recover 
from the effects of years of dissipation and intempe- 
rance. You put your hand in the hand of a giant, and 
he crushes it. You shriek in your agony, and by and 
by, with a desperate effort, you draw forth your hand. 
It is crushed, and torn, and mangled, and bleeding. 
That hand may be at last healed ; but it v/ill be a mu- 
tilated hand as long as you live. And so a man may 
be cured of this evil of drunkenness ; but the marks 
are upon him, and will be to the day of his death. 
Therefore it is a greater work to prevent than it is to 
cure, and prevention is the work in which we are en- 
gaged. 

No one would suppose that there would be opposi- 
tion to this work ; but there are some persons who 
oppose everything that does not suit their own narrow^ 
views, or that they themselves have not suggested, and 
so there is opposition. The great objection seems to be 



^8 JUVENILE TEMPER AlSrCE RECITER. ^ 

that these children are led and enticed to sign the 
pledge without appealing to their understanding. Sir 
Walter Scott once said : " It is all folly to talk of 
icriting dozen to the capacity of children. Give them 
something to grasp after, and they will grasp that 
which will astonish you. " We often hear shrewd re- 
marks from children, and we call them "haphazard," 
but they are not. 

I knew two boys very well. One of them was about 
ten years old. His name was Willie and the other's 
was Jamie. Jamie was seated on a doorstep whittling 
a stick, as Yankee boys do. The other boy, Willie, 
had caught a iiy, and, holding it in his fingers, he 
said : ' ' What a queer thing a fiy is, isn't it ? Just 
look at its legs. Look at its wings. When I blow 
him he'll buzz ! An't it queer ? I wonder how God 
made him." That has been a wonder to many. Pro- 
fessor Huxley cannot answer that question. No sci- 
entist can. ' ' Jamie, how do you suppose God made a 
fly ? " The little fellow, whittling away at his stick, 
said : ' ' Why, Willie, God don't make things as carpen- 
ters makes things — putting on 'em together and a-fit- 
ting of 'em. God says, 'Let there be flies,' and then 
there is flies.' " Call that " haphazard " ? No ! That 
boy had heard or read the sublime passage, ' ' God said, 
Let there be light, and there was light." And thence 
he reasoned out the creative power of the Almighty. 

My Sentiments: 

{FOR A LITTLE BOY.) 
MRS. R. B. V7. CRAFTS. 

I BELIEVE in being social ! 

If a brother man you meet. 
Just say a kind and friendly word 

While passing up the street. 



JUYEIS'ILE TEMPERANCE EECITEK. 39 

And if a stranger comes this way, 

Be sure you don't forget 
To make liim feel 'twas good for him 

That you and he had met. 

Has a brother or a sister 

Pallen in the slough of sin ? 
Why, lend a hand to pull them out, 

Don't push them farther in. 

God has put sunshine in your heart ; 

Just let it shine and play 
For every one, in church or street, 

Who happens in your way. 



The Boys We Want. 

A. SARGENT. 

Boys, we want you — our country wants 

True-hearted, nohle boys, 
To make your world a happier place, 

To purify its joys ; 
To stand among the leaders 

Of every righteous cause, 
To spread o'er all the nation 

Eight, just, and blessed laws. 

Boys, we want you — ^patriots call 

You to the conflict now ; 
Beneath the yoke of fashion's power 

See millions daily bow. 
There are hearts with grief o'er flowing ; 

Let us cheer them, if we can. 
Come and help to burst the fetters 

Which surround ^^our fellovv^-man. 



40 JUVEIN-ILE TEMPERANCE KECITER. 

Boys, we want you — Teimperance wants 

Firm, consistent lives to-day ; 
Victory marks her g^lorions prog^ress, 

Homes are bright beneath her sway. 
Shall the drunkard, lost for ever 

In despair and anguish, die ? 
Let us take the pledge to save him — 

All together — you and I. 

Boys, we want you — Jesus wants 

Your hearts His truth to spread ; 
Follow Him in storm and sunshine, 

Ever in His footsteps tread. 
There's a world of light and beauty ; 

This is not the traveller's home : 
We are pressing on to Zion, 

And we want you all to come. 

Boys, we want you — Glory wants 

Every one her crown to wear ; 
Each soul we've happier made on earth 

Will increase its lusty ^^ there. 
Time is flying, dashing onward ; 

Soon our day's work must be done ; 
And an earnest, prayerful life, boys, 

Is eternity begun. 

What I Think. 

I THINK that every mother's son, 

And every father's daughter, 
Should drink, at least till twenty-one, 

Just nothing but cold water ; 
And after that they might drink tea, 

But nothing any strong*er. 
If all folks would agree with me 

They'd live a great deal longer. 



JUVENILE TEMPERAITCE RECITER. 41 

Dare to Stand Alone. 

Be firm, be bold, be strong, be true, 

And dare to stand alone ; 
Stand for the right whatever ye do, 

Though helpers there be none. 

Nay, bend not to the swelling surge 

Of popular sneer and wrong ; 
'Twill bear thee on to ruin's verge 

With current wild and strong. . 

Stand for the right ! Humanity 

Implores, with groans and tears, 
Thine aid to break the festering links 

That bind her toiling years. 

Stand for the right ! Though falsehood reign, 

And proud lips coldly sneer, 
A poisoned arrow cannot wound 

A conscience pure and clear. 

Stand for the right, and with clean hands 

Exalt the truth on high ! 
Thou'lt find warm, sympathizing hearts 

Among the passers-by — 

Men who have seen, and thought, and felt. 

And yet could hardly dare 
The battle's brunt, but by thy side 

Will every danger share. 

Stand for the right ! proclaim it loud ! 

Thou'lt find an answering tone 
In honest hearts, and thou no more 

Be doomed to stand alone. 



42 JUVElSriLE TEMPERAI>rCE EECITEE. 

Nothing but Leaves. 

'^Nothing but leaves " — the words came low, 
In saddened tones so full of woe ; 
My heart with anguish then was stirred, 
While to my ears there came a word — 
Tobacco. 

*' Nothing but leaves " — yet many a slave 
Has early filled the drunkard's grave, 
And sadly owned the tempter's power. 
And cursed the day and cursed the hour 
When first he used tobacco. 

** Tobacco is a poison weed, 
It was the devil who sowed the seed ; " 
To raise a crop of gin and rum, 
Dear friends, I think, most every one 
Commences with tobacco. 

^^ Nothing but leaves," yet something more 
When once we see the dreadful power 
It has upon the sons of men 
Who chew and smoke, and chew again, 
The filthy weed — tobacco. 

A slave to just a few poor leaves. 
No matter whose dear heart it grieves — 
Whoever is a slave like this 
Can never find in endless bliss 

A place for his tobacco. 

In heaven tobacco has no place. 
On earth it is a foe to grace ; 
And the devil, who sowed the seed. 
Will say : ^^ Come home, slaves of the weed, 
My harvest from tobacco." 



JUVEl^ILE TEMPERAIS'CE RECITER. 43 

High- Top Boots. 

[We do not know the name of the writer of the first three verses of this 
poem, "but Mr. Edward Carswell has added the fourth verse, which malies 
it a capital recitation for a little boy. He must have on a pair of new 
hoots, frequenlij^ look proudly down on them, and, with his hands in his 
pockets, walk around as he recites. Select the smallest boy who can re- 
cite well.] 

YoU'D better not call me Captain Boots, 

I've grown too big for that ; 
It is time that I played w^ith girls no more, 

And I think that I'll drop the cat. 
Old hen, if you snap your spurs at me 
You will have to stand a fight with three — 
A couple of boots and a man, do you see ? 

Ho ! pretty good boots ! Ho ! high-top boots, 

Ho ! gentleman's boots for me. 

Stand out of the way, I'm going to walk ; 

I'll tread on somebody soon. 
Oh ! how they do squeak. Yes, how they talk ! 

I think it is good as a tune. 
They tie themselves without any strings, 
They match like a pair of angel's wings. 
New leather ! I hope you smell the things. 

Ho ! pretty good boots ! Ho ! high-top boots, 

Ho ! gentleman's boots for me. 

I wish it was Sunday to go to church, 

I wish it was Monday to play, 
I wish it w^as Tuesday to ride my horse — 

I wish it was every day. 
I will wear them to bed, for Uncle Jim 
Might fill them with water up to the brim, 
As once I filled his boots for him. 

Ho ! pretty good boots ! Ho ! high-top boots, 

Ho ! gentleman's boots for me. 



44 JUVENILE TEMPERAli^CE RECITER. 

The^^'re temperance boots, for I wore them first 

To the Band of Hope last night, 
And they squeaked so loud that the chairman said 

That he thought they must he tight ; 
But they're temperance hoots, and would just as 

soon 
Think of walking straight up to the moon 
As of walking into a drink-saloon. 

Ho ! pretty good boots ! Ho ! high-top boots, 

Ho ! teetotal boots for me. 



A Little Talk on a Big Subject. 

I AM a little fellow, but I am going to talk about a 
big subject. 'Tis not too big for such as we are, either. 
Some men laugh about little boys and girls forming 
cold-water armies. ' ' What good can yoii do ? " Let me 
tell you. You have heard of a little mouse that a lion 
helped out of a little trouble, and laughed at him be- 
cause he said something about returning the favor. 
Well, the great lion was caught in a hunter's net, and 
he roared and growled and bit ; this was all he could 
do. By and hj the little mouse came along and 
gnavv^ed off, one by one, the cords of the great net, 
and let the lion go. That is what we mean to do. 
We may be very little mice, but we mean to gnaw off 
every cord of the great net that has bound down our 
country for so many years. The net is intemperance, 
and our cold-water pledge can cut off all the deceiving 
threads that v/ork so pleasingly, as wine, beer, and ci- 
der, as vfell as the stouter cords, rum, gin, and brandy. 
Now, don't you think we can do somethmg ? We 
know we can. Intemperance sha'n't catch us^ at any 
rate. 



JUVENILE TEMPERAIN^CE RECITER. 45 

The Independent Man. 

MRS. M. A. KIDDER. 

I STAND before you, one and all, 
To sound aloud the temperance call, 
And picture out, sirs, if I can, 
The real independent man — 
The independent man ! 

He neither smokes, nor drinks, nor chews ; 
The glass he firmly can refuse ; 
He lives not under terror's ban ; 
He is an independent man — 
An independent man ! 

By living right he garners health. 
He makes good friends and garners wealth. 
The charms of nature he can scan 
With joy, this independent man — 
This independent man ! 

He counts his home a place of rest ; 
His wife and children wear the best ; 
No drunken temper mars the plan 
Of this our independent man — 
Our independent man ! 

The tempter finds him all prepared ; 
His good right arm is ever bared. 
To victory he leads the van. 
This very independent man — 
This independent man ! 

He who resolved with all his soul 
To dash to earth the ' ' flowing bowl " 
Has been, e'er since the world began, 
The REAL independent man — 
The independent man ! 



46 JUVEl^riLE TEMPERANCE RECITEE. 

My First Speech. 

You'd scarce expect one of my age 
To plead for temperance on the stage ; 
And sliouid I chance to fall below 
Portraying all the drunkard's woe, 
Don't view me with a critic's eye, 
Nor pass my simple story by. 

Large streams from little fountains flow ; 
Great sots from moderate drinkers grow ; 
And though I now am small and young, 
No rum shall ever touch my tongue! 

Now, Where's the town, go far or near, 
That sells the rum that we do here ? 
Or Where's the boy but three feet high 
That hates the traffic worse than I ? 



The Drink for You. 

GEORGE ^Y. BUNGAY. 

Each floAver holds a dainty cup 

To catch the rain and dew ; 
Each bonny gem upon its stem 

Lets the light in and through ; 
The drink of flowers, distilled in showers, 

Is just the drink for you. 

The nightingale that cheers the vale 

From crystal streamlets flew 
On vibrant Vvdngs, and when it sings 

Its notes are clear and true ; 
The song-birds' drink should be, I think, 

The drink for birds like you. 



JUVEJN'ILE TEMPERANCE RECITER. 47 

The stars so bright that gem the night, 

Shining like diamonds through, 
Are sleepless eyes, in sheltering skies, 

Glancing from curtains blue ; 
They fling their beams upon the streams 

That flow with drink for you. 

When Hagar prayed for rain and shade, 

A fountain rose in view, 
For unseen hands had scooped the sands 

And brought the waters through ; 
She wept and smiled, and gave her child 

The drink that's good for you. 

Water alone, where the sun shone 

From burning skies of blue, 
He drank with joy. What of the boy ? 
*' A mighty man he grew." 
** Better than gold is water cold " 
For boys and girls like you. 



What a Little Child Can Do. 

I'm a very little maid ; 

Hardly can I talk, 'tis true ; 
Yet mamma I'd love to aid — 

This a little child can do ! 

I can go on busy feet 

Errands for her, all day through ; 
Work for her, I feel, is sweet — 

This a little child can do ! 

I can hold the great long sl^ein 
When 'tis tangled and askew. 

Never wanting to complain — 
This a little child can do ! 



48 JUVEiSIILE TEMPERANCE KECITER. 

I can talk to wicked boys, 

Tell tliem what is good and true, 

Make them love the Sunday-school — 
This a little child can do ! 

Tracts on temperance I can give 

To erring men who drink and chew ; 

Point out a better way to live — 
This a little child can do ! 



Faith, Hope, Charity. 

{FOE A SMALL BOY OB GIBL.) 

I HAVE a few remarks to make, 

And, that I may not waste your time, 

I guess the shortest way I'll take 
And give my speech in rhyme. 

I am not old enough to teach, 
But, if I live, may some time be, 

And so a sermon I will preach 
On Faith, Hope, Charity. 

There's Faith and Hope — I'll say to you 
I cannot, somehow, make these rhyme, 

And so I guess I'll leave these two 
Until another time. 

But love you must, because you can. 
And have a little bit for me ; 

Let love abound — love G-od, love man 
And our Society. 

Have fa-ith, have hope, have charity, 

Love everybody every day, 
And be as good as you can be, 

And — that is all I have to say. 



JUVEiS^LE TEMPERANCE RECITER. 49 

An Address of a Young Volunteer. 

Friends and Fellow-Workers : I appear before 
you, not as a veteran, not as one who has stood in the 
deadly breach, but as a young soldier, devoted to a 
glorious cause, and determined to conquer or die on 
the field of battle. 

Friends, let us plant ourselves on the high and holy 
principles of total abstinence. Let us be sure that our 
feet are firmly fixed, for the day is at hand which will 
.try our patriotism and our courage. The field is open- 
ing wider and wider before us, and every day is adding 
to our numbers. Our minds as well as our bodies are 
enlarging. What we do not understand to-day we 
may understand to-morrow. The weapons which we 
cannot carry to-day we may carry next year. While 
our fathers and mothers are going down into the vale 
of years, we are toiling up its summit. Every day 
brings with it a more extensive prospect and a stronger 
eye to encompass it. Then are we not called upon to 
give our whole hearts to the work ? Have we not seen 
the drunkard go down to the grave, there to lie by 
the side of his wife whom his cruelty had sent there 
broken-hearted before him ? And does not their blood 
cry to us from the ground ? As we walk among the 
tombs does not the voice come up from many a drunk- 
ard's grave, ' ' Go on, ye youthful heroes ! Ye cannot 
enlist too early in the cause of temperance. King 
Alcohol has planted his victims thickly around us. It 
is yours to wrest the weapons from his hand. Go on 
to victory ! " 

Friends and fellow-soldiers, let us not hear that 
voice in vain. Hark ! there comes another. The 
graves of the drunkard's children, by the cold neglect 
or the murderous hand of those who should have pro- 
tected them, bid us all "Go on I go on ! '' As for 



50 JUVEISriLE TEMPERAIS^CE RECITER. 

me I answer : ' ' I will go on 1 ' Come life, come 
death, my voice is still for war.' " 



Water for Me. 

(From Good Times.) 

Single Voice — 

What say the joyous birds 

Warbling in glee ? 
Hark to their cheerful words : 
'' Water for me ! " 

School — Water, pure water, fresh, sparkling, and 

gushing ! 
Boys^ — Water for me ! 
Girls — Water for me 1 

Single Voice — 

What says the tiny flower, 

Silvered with dew, 
Unfolding every hour 

Beauties to view ? 

/Sc^oo?— Water, pure water, fresh, sparkling, and 

gushing ! 
Boys — Water for me ! 
Girls — Water for me I 

Single Voice — 

What cries the waving grain 

Up to the sky ? 
^^ Give us the blessed rain 
Soon, or we die ! " 

School — ^Water, pure water, fresh, sparkling, and 

gushing ! 
Boys — Water for me ! 
Girls — Water for me I 



JUVEJS^ILE TEMPERAIS^CE RECITEE. 51 

Single Voice — 

What say the girls and boys, 
Ruddy and fair ? 
' * Grive us pure, healthy joys, 
Found only there." 

School — Water, pure water, fresh, sparkling, and 

gushing ! 
Boys — Water for me ! 
Girls — Water for me ! 



Making Believe. 

ELLA WHEELER. 

I THINK it's true of every boy, 

Or almost every one, 
To want to be a soldier 

And carry round a gun. 
They like to play at fighting 

And '* make believe " a war. 
But I think there are some boys who know 

Just what they're fighting for. 

I fight for right and principle, 

Sobriety and truth ; 
My enemies are all strong drinks. 

The licensed foes of youth. 
But sometimes, just for rare good fun, 

To make it lively work, 
I imagine I'm a Russian 

And that cider is a Turk. 

Again I am a border-man. 

Just ready for the strife, 
And cider is an Indian, 

Who means to take my life. 



52 JUVEIS^ILE TEMPERAIS^CE KECITEK. 

You ought to see me skirmish then, 
You ought to hear me shout ; 

Where'er the red foe lurks I m.ean 
To wholly put him out. 

Ah ! boys, we need to he alive 

And ready for the w^ork ; 
For, worse than any Indian, 

More cruel than a Turk, 
Our cider foe is gaining ground, 

The subtle, crafty thief ! 
And we must leave no stone unturned 

To bring the wretch to grief. 



A Short Sermon. 

MRS. M. B. C. SLADE. 

I'm going to preach a sermon, and this is my text : 
^'The Lord loveth a cheerful giver." 

Now, what shall I say next ? 
Don't you want the Lord to love you ? All of you who 

say yes 
May raise the right hand. It is every one, I guess. 
Now we shall give you a chance in a little while to 

show 
If you want the Lord to love you. (Take the boxes, 

boys, and go.) 
Be a giver ; give us money for the temperance cause 

to-night. 
He loveth a cheerful giver ; give, and you'll be all 

right ; 
But you must not look sober, nor selfish, nor u.n will- 
ing ; 
You may give just what you please, a penny or a 

shilling. 



JUVEISTILE TEMPERAIN-CE EECITER. 53 

But if you want the Lord to love you, as in my text, 

you see 
You must look and be as cheerful as ever you can be. 
Now kee]3 that smiling face while you find and give 

your penny — 
Borrow some of your neighbor, if you forgot to bring 

any. 
It is bad to find no money in your pocket or your purse, 
But to have and not be willing to give, that is ten times 

worse I 
Don't anybody look solenni, or sober, or selfish, or 

vexed ; 
** The Lord loveth a cheerful giver " — that is my text. 



Our Promise. 

We girls and boys 

Do not think 
It wise, to taste 

The drunkard's drink. 

"We therefore promise 

To abstain, 
And firm to temperance 

Will remain. 

This pledge I take, 
And hope that I 

Shall sober live 
And sober die. 



The Cup-Bearer. 

The little cup-bearer entered the room 
After the banquet was done ; 

His eyes were like the skies of May, 
All bright with a cloudless sun, 



64 JUVENILE TEMPERANCE RECITER. 

His hair a soft and wavy brown, 
His forehead white and high, 

And his gentle voice and courteous mien 
Were a joy to every eye. 

The little cup-bearer in his hand 

Carried a silver horn. 
Wherein there flashed a rare old wine 

With a tint like the purple morn. 
Kneeling beside his master's feet — 

The feet of the noble king — 
He raised the goblet : ' ' Drink, my liege, 

The offering that I bring ! " 

*'Now, nay ! " the good king, smiling, said. 

^ ' But first — a faithful sign 

That thou bringest me no poison draught- 
Taste thou, my page, of the wine ! " 

Then sweet but gravely spoke the lad : 

' ' My dearest master, no ! 

Though at thy lightest wish my feet 
Shall gladly come and go." 

* ' Rise up, my little cup-bearer ! " 

The king astonished cried. 
'* Rise up and tell me straightway why 
Is my request denied ? " 
The young page rose up slowly. 

With sudden paling cheek. 

While all the lords and ladies 

Waited to hear him speak. 

' ' My father sat in princely halls, 
And tasted wine with you : 
He died a v^retched drunkard, sire !" 
(The brave voice tearful grew.) 



JUVEXILE TEMPERANCE RECITER. 55 

^ ' I vowed to my dear mother, 
Beside his dying-bed, 
That for her sake I would not taste 
The tempting poison red ! " 

"Away with this young upstart ! " 

The lords impatient cry ; 
But, spilling slow the purple wine, 

The good king made reply : 
* ' Thou shalt be my little cup-bearer, 

And honored well, " he said ; 
*' But see thou bring no wine to me, 

But water pure instead ! " 



Tobacco. 

{A SPEECH FOR A BOY.) 
GEORGE W. BUNGAY. 

I GO against tobacco because it goes against me. I 
eschew it ; I will not chew it. I will tell you why. 
1st. I do not like the taste of it. It tastes worse than 
the bitterest medicine ever put to my lips. It is such 
sickening stuff ! 2d. I don't like the looks of it. In 
the words of another, When I see the tobacco, I pity 
the mouth that chews it ; and when I see the mouth 
that chews it, I pity the tobacco. It has not a taking 
color. It is of a dirty dirt color. 3d. I don't like the 
effects of its use. It makes the teeth yellow and brown 
when they should be white ; it makes the breath sour 
and offensive when it should be sweet ; it injures the 
voice, so that those who chew cannot sing and speak 
to advantage. The voice breaks, and the chorister 
croaks like a raven when he should sing like a bobo- 
link ; the orator merely barks, and a tobacco bark is 
very disagreeable. 4th. The habit of chewing is a 



56 eJUVEXILE TEMPEKATsCE RECITER. 

filthy habit. Look at the carpets, the stairways, the 
sitting-rooms where the chewers gather together and 
roll the quid like a sweet morsel under their tongue. 
Every one that chews ought to wear a hat shaped like 
a spittoon, and use it as such wherever he goes ; in- 
deed, he ought to wear it when he sleeps ; such a night- 
cap might save the pillow-case from stains. 5th. I 
fear tobacco creates an appetite for liquor. It lights 
a fire in the throat which water may not put out. 



The House full of Wine. 

BY JOHNSON BARKER. 

A GAY little fly on a bright summer's morn 

Went buzzing about 'mid the clover and com, 
Till, buzzed out of breath, he sat down on a flower, 

And thought he would just take a nap for an hour. 
A spider who built up a dwelling close by, 

Just wanting a morsel to make up a pie. 
Looking out of his window, delightedly sees 

This fat little fly coolly taking his ease. 
So he let himself down with his pulley and thread 

Till he came to a leaf that was over his head, 
And, speaking as kmdly as ever he could, 

Began to persuade him he'd come for his good. 

*' My dear little fly," said the spider above, 

*' I've a house full of wine and a heart full of love; 
You're welcome to both, and I've just come to say 

HoAv glad I shall be of a visit to-day. 
I fear you'll take cold from the damp of this flower ; 

There's room in my house, and I dine in an hour. 
Take hold of my arm, you have nothing to fear ; 

I'll give you the best, both of welcome and cheer." 



JUVENILE TEMPERANCE RECITER. 57 

So the poor little fly, with a nod of his head, 
Bowed, smiled, and consented to do as he said ; 

And smacking his lips at the thought of the wine, 
Went up with the spider to rest and to dine. 

Up a street and an alley of lilies and grass ; 

Bees, butterflies, crickets start up as they pass, 
And a small lady-bird ran to hide in a rose, 

For fear the great spider should tread on her toes. 
To his mansion he came ; it was knitted with thread, 

And built upon briers, with leaves overhead. 
Without ringing the bell or tapping the door 

They enter at once on the back parlor floor ; 
And the fly, seizing hold of a king-cup of wine. 

When he'd swallowed it down, really thought it 
so fijie 
That a blue bottle full by his side on the floor 

He drained at a breath, and then asked for some 



He drank the drink till he suddenly found 

That spider and king-cups were all turning round, 
And, alarmed, he'd at once have been off like a shot. 

But he found that his feet were enchained to the 
spot. 
" O good Mr. Spider ! unfasten my feet," 

Said the fly, ' ' for I've a lady to meet ; 
Oh ! don't look so fierce — I'm dizzy and queer. 

Pray, pray let me go ! I've been long enough, 
here." 
'Twas all of no use, for the poor little fly 

Was killed by the spider to make up his pie — 
A bee who was passing at twelve heard his groans, 

And a cricket at night saw the ants at his bones. 



58 JUVEXILE TEMPERANCE EECXTEK. 

There are men, like the spider, who ' ' make up their 
pies " 
By luring their fellows and blinding their eyes ; 
They tempt them with drink till they've come to dis- 
grace, 
And fasten their feet, like the fly's, to the place. 
They build up their webs, both in country and town, 
To catch high and low, from the lord to the clown ; 
There are inns for the rich, and shops for the poor, 
Full of wine, gin, and rum, to attract and allure. 
They'll perhaps talk to you of ' ' their house full of 
wine," 
And tempt you with that to come in and dine ; 
But beware ! and take care by the fate of the fly, 
For be sure they but want you to ' ' make up their 
pie." 



Something to Hate. 

I LOVE the luscious grapes that cling 

In clusters on the vine — 
Bright groups of necJdess bottles filled 

With nature's harmless wine. 
But when, despoiled of all their charms, 

They fall to low estate. 
Their sweetness into poison turned, 

I've something then to hate ! 

I love the apples, blushing 'neath 

The sun's too ardent rays ; 
They bring me pleasant memories of 

Dear childhood's happy days. 
But when, by "Folly's " hand transformed. 

They lure and fascinate. 
Their harmlessness and beauty gone, 

I've something then to hate ! 



JUVEJS^ILE TEMPEKANCE RECITER. 59 

I love the graceful barley, which, 

Disguised in beard of gold, 
Goes flirting "vvith the zephyrs like 

A cavalier of old ; 
But when the cruel hand of art 

Doth such a change create 
That wholesome food's to poison turned, 

I've something then to hate. 



What I Like. 

ELLA WHEELER. 

If there's anything I hate to see, 
It's a little boy, like you or me. 
His hat tipped over upon one side. 
Swelling along with a strut and a stride ; 

Puffing away at an old cigar, 
Or a nasty pipe that's worse by far. 
His cheek puffed out with a filthy cud, 
Poisoning all his pure young blood ; 

Talking slang in a swaggering way, 
Or swearing when he has much to say, 
And striving, in every way he can. 
To make folks think he's a grown-up man. 

But I'll tell you what I like to see. 
And what I strive myself to be : 
A merry, cheerful, boyish boy, 
Brimming over with fun and joy ; 

Who knows and is glad that he is young, 
Who lets no oaths pollute his tongue. 
Who don't use tobacco in any way, 
Who tries to learn something new each day ; 



60 JUVENILE TEMPERANCE RECITEK. 

Who expects in time to Y/alk with, men, 
But is willing to be a boy till then ; 
And a boy who rejoices m his youth, 
Who hates low things and loves the truth. 

Yes ! that is the boy I like to see. 
And that is what I will strive to be ; 
And I think it safer and better far 
Than swearing and smoking an old cigar. 



The Reason Why. 

{FOB WASHINGTON'S BIRTHDAY.) 

A Boston master said one day, 
' ' Boys, tell me, if you can, I pray. 
Why Washington's birthday should shine 
In to-day's history more than mine ? " 

At once such stillness in the hall 
You might have heard a feather fall ; 
Exclaims a boy not three feet high, 
" Because he never told a lie! " 



Only One. 

Only one ! That is the reason 
You should strive to do your best. 

Never mind your neighbor's duties ; 
Do your own and leave the rest. 

You are only one ; then ever, 
Ever till your life is done. 

Bravely, earnestly, and kindly 
Try to do the work of one. 



JUVEIN^ILE TEMPERANCE RECITER. 61 

Though your story be not written 
Brightly on the scroll of fame ; 

Though unknown your place of resting, 
And forgotten e'en your name, 

Yet the world will still be better 
For the life-task you have done, 

If with true and earnest spirit 
You will do the work of one. 



Our Model Man. 

JULIA COLMAN. 

Would you like to know what kind of a man we are 
going to take for our model ? It is not the reformed 
man, though we are glad he reformed. We wish all 
the drinking men would reform. But we don't mean 
to be reformed men when we grow up, because, you see, 
we do not mean to drink. The man that we propose to 
copy after is the man that never drank a single glass 
of intoxicating liquors in all his life. Do you know 
any such man ? I think may be you might find one 
or two right around here. Any way, I am sure it can 
be done. The Bible tells us about one man that did it, 
and that was Samuel. And there is another man that 
has done it. He lives in the northern part of the State 
of New York. He is one hundred and two years old. 
I don't know as I shall live to be so old as that, but I 
am sure I should live longer without drink than I 
should with it. Any way, while I do live I should 
like to glory in the fact that I never drank intoxicat- 
ing liquors. Boys, how many of you will strike hands 
with me on that, and take for your model the man 
that never drank 1 



62 juvejN'ile temperajn^ce reciter. 
Caw! Caw! Caw^! 

EDWARD CARS WELL. 

The effect is very comical if the " caws " are well mimicked. 

Caw ! caw ! caw ! 
I am a poor old crow ! 
And I just want to know 
Why you treat us with cruelty and scorn ? 
Caw ! caw ! caw ! 
Why you shoot us with a gun, 
And seem to think it fun, 
If we just take a grain or two of corn ? 

Caw ! caw ! caw ! 
Yet you'll make it into drink, 
Which does more harm, I think, 

Than all the crows that ever flew in air ; 
Caw ! caw ! caw ! 
For it blights where'er it flows, 
Killing men instead of crows. 
Then why not eat^ and let us have a share ? 
Caw ! caw ! caw ! 



Beware of '^ Crooked WhiskeyJ^ 

MRS. M. A. KIDDER. 

Of all the crooked things in life 
To breed distemper, care, and strife, 

The crookedest is whiskey. 
For those who drink it day by day 
There is no " straight and narrow way " ; 
By devious winding paths they stray. 

Beware of crooked whiskey ! 



JUVENILE TEMPERANCE EECITER. 63 

A man may be as upright, sir, 
As yonder poplar, ash, or fir ; 

But let him take to whiskey, 
And you will see, my watchful friend, 
His blood will turn, his back will bend, 
And "crooked " fancies prove his end — 

And all by drinking whiskey. 

The drunkard's wife and children know 
Such crooked facts in homes of woe ; 

They hate the name of whiskey. 
In crooked paths their shoeless feet 
Go wearily from street to street. 
And scanty is the bread they eat, 

And all by crooked whiskey. 

Beware, beware, my friends, beware ! 

Don't do a thing so risky 
As breeding strife and shortening life 

By drinking crooked whiskey. 



Who Killed Tom Roper? 

MRS. C. H. OBEAR. 

Who killed Tom Eoper ? 
Not I, said New Cider ; 
I couldn't kill a spider — 
I didn't kill Tom Roper. 

Not I, said Strong Ale ; 
I make men tough and hale — 
I didn't kill Tom Roper. 

Not I, said Lager-Beer ; 
I don't intoxicate. D'ye hear ? [Cross,1 
I didn't kill Tom Roper. 



64 JUVEI^ILE TEMPERA]N"CE EEOITEll. 

Not I, said Bourbon Whiskey ; 
I make sick folks spry and frisky ; 
The doctors say so — don't they know 
What quickens blood that runs so slow ? 
I didn't kill Tom Roper. 

Not I, said sparkling old Champagne : 
No poor man e'er by me was slain ; 
I cheer the rich in lordly halls, 
And scorn the place where the drunkard 
faUs— 
I didn't kill Tom Roper. 

Not we, said various other wines. 
What ! juice of grapes, product of vines, 
Kill a man I The Bible tells 
That wine all other drinks excels — 
We didn't kill Tom Roper. 

. Not I, said Holland Gin ; 

To charge such a crime to me is sin — 
I didn't kill Tom Roper. 

Not I, spoke up the Brandy strong ; 
He grew too poor to buy me long — 
I didn't kill Tom Roper. 

Not I, said Medford Rum ; 
He was almost gone before I come — 
I didn't kill Tom Roper. 

Ha ! ha ! laughed old Prince Alcohol : 
Each struck the blow that made him fall ; 
And all that helped to make him toper 
My agents were to kill Tom Roper. 






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IN PBOSE AND VER8E, 

FOR USE IN 

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appeals, showing the iniquity of the license system and the right and duty of 
prohibition. 

The Divine Law as to Wines. i2mo, 290 pages. 

By George W. Sampson, D.D. Cloth 1 00 

This is a new and thoroughly scholarly book, examining the entire question from 
203 years B.C. to the present time, and conclusively showing that the Bible nowhere 
sanctions the drinking of intoxicating liquors. 

Talks on Temperance. 12 mo, 158 pages. By Canon 

Farrar, D.D. Cloth, ^0 cts. ; paper 25 

This book contains ten sermons and talks by this eminent divine. They are 
filled with sound, convincing arguments against the lawfulness, moralitj^, and ne- 
cessity of the liquor-traffic, as well as stirring appeals to all Christian men and 
women to take a firm, decided, outspoken stand in favor of total abstinence from 
all intoxicating liquors. 

The Text-Book of Temperance. By Dr. F. R. 

Lees, F.S.A. i2mo, 312 pages. Historical, Biblical, Physiological, Statistical, 
Political, and Moral. It gives a thorough discussion of the entire question. 
Cloth, ^1 25 ; paper edition 50 

The Temperance Lesson-Book. By B. W. Richard- 
son, M.A., M.D., LL.D., F.R.S. i2mo, 220 pages 75 

This is a series of fifty-two short lessons on alcohol and its action on the bod}', 
accompanied with suitable questions, designed for study in public and private 
schools and reading in schools and families. 

Bacchus Dethroned. Cloth, $l; paper edition 50 

Alcohol as a Food and Medicine. By p:zra M. 

Hunt, M.D. i2mo, 137 pages. Cloth, 60 cts. ; paper edition 25 

Any of the above sent by mail on receipt of price. Address 

J. N. STEARNS, Publishing Agent, 58 Reade Street, New York. 
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FOR SUNDAY-SCHOOL LIBRARIES. 

The National Temperance Society and Publication House have pub- 
lished ninety-eight books specially adapted to Sunday-school Libraries, which 
have been carefully examined and approved by a Publication Committee of twelve 
representing the various religious denominations, and they have been highly re- 
commended by numerous ecclesiastical bodies and temperance organizations all 
over the land. The^^ should be in every Sunday-school library. The following is 
the list, an}'- of which can be ordered through any bookseller, or direct from the 
rooms of the Society, 58 Reade Street, New York : 



At Lion's Mouth §1 25 

Adopted . . , 60 

Andrew Douglas 75 

Aunt Dinah's Pledge i 25 

Alice Grant i 25 

All for ]\Ioney i 25 

Brewery at Taylorville, The i 50 

Barf ord Mills i 00 

Best Fellow in the World, The. ... i 25 

Broken E.ock, The 50 

Brook, and the Tide Turning, The, 1 00 

Brewer's Fortune, The i 50 

Caught and Fettered i 00 

Circled by Fire 40 

Come Home, Mother 50 

Coals of Fire , i 00 

Curse and the Cure, The 40 

Curse of Mill Valley, The i 25 

Drinking-Fountain Stories, The... i 00 

Dumb Traitor, The.... 125 

Emerald Spray, The 40 

Eva's Engagement Ring go 

Echo Bank 85 

Esther ^Maxwell's Mistake i 00 

Fanny Percy's Knight Errant i 00 

Fatal Dower, The 60 

Firebrands i 25 

Fire Fighters, The i 25 

Fred's Hard Fight i 25 

Frank Spencer's Rule of Life 50 

Frank Oldfield ; or, Lost and 

Found I 50 

From Father to Son i 25 

Gertie's Sacrifice ; or. Glimpses at 

Two Lives 50 

Glass Cable, The i 25 

Harry the Prodigal i 25 

Hard Master, The 85 

Harker Family, The i 25 

His Honor the Mayor i 25 

History of a Threepenny Bit 75 

History of Two Lives, The 50 

Hopedale Tavern, and What it 

Wrought I 00 

Hole in the Bag, and other Stories, 

The 100 

How Could he Escape? i 25 

Humpy Dumpy i 25 

Image Unveiled, The ,1 00 

Jewelled Serpent, The i 00 

John Bentley's Mistake 50 

Job Tufton's Rest. . . i 25 

Joe's Partner 50 

. Any of the above will be sent by mail. 



Jug-or-Not $1 25 

Little Girl in Black go 

Life Cruise of Captain Bess Adams, 

The I 50 

McAllisters, The 50 

Mill and the Tavern, The i 25 

]Model Landlord, The 60 

More Excellent Way, A i 00 

Mr. Mackenzie's Answer i 25 

National Temperance Orator, The, i 00 

Nettie Loring i 25 

No Danger i 25 

Norman Brill's Life Work i 00 

Nothing to Drink i. 50 

Old Times i 25 

On London Bridge 40 

Our Coffee-Room i 00 

Old Brown Pitcher, The 1005 

Out of the Fire i 25 

Our Parish 75 

Packington Parish, and the Diver's 

Daughter i 25 

Paul Brewster and Son i 00 

Philip Eckert's Struggles and Tri- 
umphs 60 

Piece of Silver, A 50 

Pitcher of Cool Water, The 50 

Pledge and the Cross, The i oo 

Queer Home in Rugb^^ Court, The, i 50 

Rachel Noble's Experience 90 

Red Bridge, The 90 

Rev. Dr. Willoughby and his Wine, i 50 

Ripley Parsonage i 25 

Rosa Leighton; or. In His Strength, qo 

Roy's Search ; or. Lost in the Cars, i 25 

Saved i 25 

Silver Castle i 25 

Seymours, The i 00 

Strange Sea Stor>% A i 50 

Temperance Doctor, The i 25 

Temperance Speaker, The 75 

Temperance Anecdotes i 00 

Time Will Tell i 00 

Tim's Troubles , i 50 

Tom Blinn's Temperance Society, 

and Other Stories i 25 

Ten Cents 1 25 

Vow at the Bars 4^ 

Wealth and Wine i 25 

White Rose, The . . i 25 

Wife's Engagement Ring, The... . i 25 

Work and Reward 50 

Zoa Rodman i 00 

post-paid, on receipt of price. 



J. N. STEARNS, Publisliing Agent, 5S Reade St., N. Y. 












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